Signs

This is one sign I actually liked to see, because it usually meant that a long hill was coming up. I would dare say that most riders don't like hills, but I do.

Nevertheless, I was always pretty happy to see this sign, because it usually meant that the long climb was over.














Here's another version of the "The Climb Is Over" sign.

This is probably every bicyclist's favorite road sign...

This sign, however, is not among our favorites. Bicycles are sometimes allowed on freeways and highways, but not always. Whenever this sign showed up, it was time for Jody to bust out the smartphone and search for an alternate route. One time, on Day 12 I believe, after a short discussion we actually chose to ignore the sign, since doing so meant breaking the law (or rather, avoiding the CHP) for only about 5 miles, versus taking a 10- or 15-mile detour. We made it just fine.

This bunch of signs consisted of a stop sign, which we almost always rolled right through (oops!); the ol' "No Stopping Any Time" sign, which is one of Jody's favorites; and a "Bike Route" sign, which helped us find our way quite often but which we also ignored quite often, opting instead for a more direct route.

Here's another look at one of Jody's favorite signs. When you ride with him, trust me, you don't want to see this sign, because it means Jody will just keep on riding and riding and riding...


















One of the more unusual signs we saw was this "Tank Crossing" sign, which I spotted while we were riding through Camp Pendleton.


















And finally, this was perhaps the coolest sign we saw on the whole ride, spotted on the way to Big Sur. Pigs bring good luck in some cultures, so maybe these two little guys somehow helped us get through that horrible storm later that evening. Oink, oink!